I Said 'I Do' to My Mother's Killer - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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"If she hadn't blown the whistle on the hospital scandal, you wouldn't be dealing with this media circus. I was just trying to help..."
Her voice dripped with the same calculated sweetness she always used, but Matt wasn't falling for it this time.
"Enough!" he snapped, his frustration boiling over. "Do you really think I'm stupid enough to believe you didn't orchestrate that photo leak?"
"I've seen the security footage from the neighborhood. You tripped over your own damn feet! How dare you pin this on Fiona? I've put up with your games out of respect for our past, but coming after my wife? That's where I draw the line!"
Matt's voice turned icy. "I've known Fiona longer than you. I know exactly who she is. Save your excuses!" Finally, he delivered the knockout punch: "We're done. Don't call me again. Have some self-respect."
He hung up before she could respond and headed straight for the airport.
When his plane touched down, I'd just wrapped up my workday. Stepping onto the sidewalk, I spotted a familiar silhouette and blinked, convinced my eyes were playing tricks on me.
I turned on my heel to retreat to the office, but he grabbed my wrist. "Fiona... it's me," he rasped, his voice raw with desperation. "I came to find you."
His unshaven jaw and bloodshot eyes told the story of a man who hadn't slept in days.
I didn't even look at him as I shook off his grip. "Save your breath. There's nothing left to say between us."
"You love Taylor. I've already removed myself from your picture. Consider me permanently out of the frame," I added coolly.
As I moved to leave, he blocked my path. "No! You've got it all wrong!" he pleaded, his voice cracking. "Fiona, after we married... it was you I fell for. I was too blind to see it then, but I know it now. Please, just let me explain."
His trembling hands fumbled in his coat pocket, producing a still-warm asset transfer agreement. "I've spent five years failing you. Come home with me, and I'll spend the rest of my life making it right. I'm begging you..."
A bitter laugh escaped me. "Seriously, Matt? You expect me to buy this? Didn't you marry me just to keep me from disrupting Taylor's wedding?"
I continued mercilessly, "You let my mother die to save hers, and now you claim to love me? Listen to yourself. It's pathetic."
"Are you finished?" I asked coldly. "Good. Now get out of my way. I'm going home."
When I tried to step around him, he collapsed to his knees. Tears streaked his unshaven face as he clutched at me with the desperation of a drowning man.
"Please... don't walk away. I was an idiot—blind and stupid—but I see clearly now. What I felt for Taylor was just... comfortable familiarity. You're the one I love!"
When words failed him, he thrust the contract at me. "I'm signing everything over to you. Isn't that proof enough? I've cut all ties with Taylor—handed off the O'Donnell project to my team. I swear I'll never see her again!"
As his grip tightened on my arm, I finally met his gaze. "A habit? That's some twenty-year habit you've got there. Was hoarding a thousand photos of her a habit too? The million-dollar jewelry gifts? Stop insulting my intelligence."
"Meeting you was the worst mistake of my life. If I forgave you, my mother would roll in her grave." My voice dropped to a venomous whisper: "You make me sick."
The color drained from his face as if I'd punched him.
"No, I'll delete them all right now—" he fumbled for his phone.
"Don't bother." I wrenched free. "Stay away from me unless you want me to hate you more than I already do."
I walked away without a backward glance, his broken pleas fading into the city's hum.
The next morning, headlines announced the Harris Group's bankruptcy.
When Matt returned home, he turned himself in for his role in the botched surgery five years earlier. Taylor and her mother were arrested when Henry produced the forged consent forms, charging them with fraud. The scandal exploded across social media.
The O'Donnell Group's stock nosedived overnight. Gregg filed for divorce before the ink was dry on the arrest reports.
At the trial, Taylor and her mother received prison sentences. Matt, as their accomplice, joined them behind bars.
I knew this was his twisted version of an apology. But some wounds never heal. I would never forgive him. Not in this lifetime.
(The End)
Her voice dripped with the same calculated sweetness she always used, but Matt wasn't falling for it this time.
"Enough!" he snapped, his frustration boiling over. "Do you really think I'm stupid enough to believe you didn't orchestrate that photo leak?"
"I've seen the security footage from the neighborhood. You tripped over your own damn feet! How dare you pin this on Fiona? I've put up with your games out of respect for our past, but coming after my wife? That's where I draw the line!"
Matt's voice turned icy. "I've known Fiona longer than you. I know exactly who she is. Save your excuses!" Finally, he delivered the knockout punch: "We're done. Don't call me again. Have some self-respect."
He hung up before she could respond and headed straight for the airport.
When his plane touched down, I'd just wrapped up my workday. Stepping onto the sidewalk, I spotted a familiar silhouette and blinked, convinced my eyes were playing tricks on me.
I turned on my heel to retreat to the office, but he grabbed my wrist. "Fiona... it's me," he rasped, his voice raw with desperation. "I came to find you."
His unshaven jaw and bloodshot eyes told the story of a man who hadn't slept in days.
I didn't even look at him as I shook off his grip. "Save your breath. There's nothing left to say between us."
"You love Taylor. I've already removed myself from your picture. Consider me permanently out of the frame," I added coolly.
As I moved to leave, he blocked my path. "No! You've got it all wrong!" he pleaded, his voice cracking. "Fiona, after we married... it was you I fell for. I was too blind to see it then, but I know it now. Please, just let me explain."
His trembling hands fumbled in his coat pocket, producing a still-warm asset transfer agreement. "I've spent five years failing you. Come home with me, and I'll spend the rest of my life making it right. I'm begging you..."
A bitter laugh escaped me. "Seriously, Matt? You expect me to buy this? Didn't you marry me just to keep me from disrupting Taylor's wedding?"
I continued mercilessly, "You let my mother die to save hers, and now you claim to love me? Listen to yourself. It's pathetic."
"Are you finished?" I asked coldly. "Good. Now get out of my way. I'm going home."
When I tried to step around him, he collapsed to his knees. Tears streaked his unshaven face as he clutched at me with the desperation of a drowning man.
"Please... don't walk away. I was an idiot—blind and stupid—but I see clearly now. What I felt for Taylor was just... comfortable familiarity. You're the one I love!"
When words failed him, he thrust the contract at me. "I'm signing everything over to you. Isn't that proof enough? I've cut all ties with Taylor—handed off the O'Donnell project to my team. I swear I'll never see her again!"
As his grip tightened on my arm, I finally met his gaze. "A habit? That's some twenty-year habit you've got there. Was hoarding a thousand photos of her a habit too? The million-dollar jewelry gifts? Stop insulting my intelligence."
"Meeting you was the worst mistake of my life. If I forgave you, my mother would roll in her grave." My voice dropped to a venomous whisper: "You make me sick."
The color drained from his face as if I'd punched him.
"No, I'll delete them all right now—" he fumbled for his phone.
"Don't bother." I wrenched free. "Stay away from me unless you want me to hate you more than I already do."
I walked away without a backward glance, his broken pleas fading into the city's hum.
The next morning, headlines announced the Harris Group's bankruptcy.
When Matt returned home, he turned himself in for his role in the botched surgery five years earlier. Taylor and her mother were arrested when Henry produced the forged consent forms, charging them with fraud. The scandal exploded across social media.
The O'Donnell Group's stock nosedived overnight. Gregg filed for divorce before the ink was dry on the arrest reports.
At the trial, Taylor and her mother received prison sentences. Matt, as their accomplice, joined them behind bars.
I knew this was his twisted version of an apology. But some wounds never heal. I would never forgive him. Not in this lifetime.
(The End)
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